He remembered...

My name is Amora. It's Spanish and the ironic thing is, it means love. I'm 17 now. I'm dreaming about my ex-boyfriend. The last time I saw him was Christmas 2010, when we were under the mistletoe, when he promised he'd never forget about me. He got a new phone and I was that one person that didn't get his new number. He was too busy to go online and only last week, I heard that he'd been on a few dates with some models. Obviously we're over and he's forgotten. I'm just waiting for something from him. A text, email, or even a letter. Oh yeah, I have to say one more thing about my boyfriend: His name is Niall Horan...

15. 2 years later...

"WOOOHHH!" cried a familiar voice. It was Louis at the reception of the wedding. "How's the happy couple then?" "We're great thanks Lou!" My new husband replied. We were in our early twenties. We were young but we knew we wanted to be with each other. Sunny's wedding was in a week. One Direction were going on tour in February so I had more than a month to spend time with Niall. Everything was perfect. Me and Niall danced the night away to the most romantic songs. It was just like I imagined. My name is Amora Horan. Directioners dream about my reality.